In the rare sunny weather, the snow on Baibuying Street was swept away by slaves, and it was all piled up in the gaps between houses on both sides of the road.
Yan Mo originally thought of setting up a stall to practice medicine in the trading market frequented by the locals, but as soon as he went out, he saw that people from various cities and tribes living in Baibuying had set up stalls in front of their houses, and asked Ding Fei to inquire. Only then did I realize that Baibuying itself could be used as a trading place, but the weather was bad two days ago and no one put it up.
Moreover, the selection time was approaching, and almost all the tribesmen from all the cities and tribes who wanted to come and could come had already arrived. Even the big hut next to Jiuyuan had taken in a group of newcomers yesterday evening. So as soon as the weather was fine today, everyone unanimously set up the stalls.
Yan Mo noticed that each stall had erected a wooden pole or a bone stick, on which were hung dominoes of various colors, blue was the most, followed by green, and there were also a few with purple signs, representing the lowest level. White is the least.
Yuan Zhan also saw it, and hung up the green domino he had won.
Ding Feiling, ran out to ask what dominoes of different colors represented, and told Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo when he came back: "Dominoes represent status, white is the lowest, green is the third, blue is the third, purple is the fourth, and I heard there is the highest level." Black dominoes. Low-level ones cannot trade with high-level ones, but high-level ones can find low-level ones. Like we can only trade with tribes holding green and white dominoes."
After finishing speaking, Ding Fei suddenly said angrily: "Those tribes with green cards look down on us. I went to ask them about things, but they ignored me. Later, when I asked the tribes with white cards, they told me that everyone We all know that our green card was won in a fight, so even if we show the green card, those tribes with green cards are not willing to trade with us, and they laugh at our tribe for being so poor and weak that we don’t even have slaves!”
Yan Mo smiled and rubbed his head, "If you don't trade with us, you won't trade with us, and we beg them? We didn't come to Heitu City this time mainly to trade. If you have good things, you can get the best. It doesn't matter if you can't." .”
Ding Fei was still a little annoyed, but seeing that the leaders and priests looked indifferent, he quickly let go, and after a while he was busy tidying up his paving with a smile on his face.
Snake Three brought people to collect the stall fee, no matter what color the sign was on, they would all have to pay fifty first-grade Yuanjing coins.
This amount of Yuanjing coins is not much in the wealthy tribes and lower cities at all, but it is a huge sum of money for some small tribes that are not too rich, especially those tribes with white cards, they are full of Yuanjing coins when they take out Yuanjing coins. Distressed faces, including Jiuyuan.
At the beginning, there were no customers on the street, but as the first local resident walked into Baibuying Street with two slaves, gradually, more and more people came to Baibuying Street, and it was almost noon. There was a lot of noise and excitement.
As soon as Jiuyuan's stall was set up, someone came over and asked what the black stone was.
Yuan Zhan and the others knew it well. Ding Fei got the order in advance and replied enthusiastically: "This is called burning stone. It can be burned like firewood, and it is more resistant to fire than firewood. If it is such a big piece, it can burn a piece of wood if it is broken." night."
The inquirer immediately said: "I want all these burning stones, how many bone coins?"
Ding Fei counted, "A total of twenty burning stones, some big and some small, and fifty Yuanjing coins."
"Yuanjing coins?" The visitor laughed and scolded: "Do you know how much bone coins are for a pile of firewood?"
"Burning stone and firewood are of course different. To be honest, if we didn't have enough Yuanjing coins, we wouldn't trade them. This will save us from going out to collect firewood in cold weather. It's okay if you don't want it."
The visitor thought over and over again, and felt that it would be better to spend fifty Yuanjing coins to buy them if the slave girl or himself steal the burning stones.
The visitor immediately counted out fifty Yuanjing coins to wrap up the low-quality coal on the stall.
"Brother, wait a minute, although this burning rock can replace firewood, it also has disadvantages. I have to tell you clearly in advance, lest you say that I lied to you." Ding Feite said sincerely: "It There will be a lot of smoke when it burns, and if it is not handled well, people can be suffocated to death in the house."
The person who came frowned, but the female slave who sent the message to him didn't give such details, "How to deal with it?"
"Make a hole for smoke, it's best not to burn it inside the house." Ding Fei roughly talked about the safety common sense of using coal, and made sure the other party remembered it before collecting coins and handing over coal.
Ding Fei was on business, and the others were not idle either.
Yuan Zhan dug up a large pile of yellow mud from nowhere in the early morning, sat at the door and played with mud, and Da Da followed him to play very happily.
Bing was in charge of roasting the mud buckets that Yuan Zhan had made by the fire, and took care not to let them crack.
Yan Mo and Ding Ning sat on the animal hides and sorted the herbs. During the rare free time, Yan Mo taught Ding Ning while processing the herbs, such as how to collect them, the medicinal properties of each part of the herb, how to use it, how to deal with symptoms and so on.
It's not that Yan Mo doesn't want to go to other stalls, but who told them to position themselves as a poor tribe, so they can only bear with it for now, thinking about selling a few things first, and when they have a certain amount of Yuanjing coins in their hands Then act, it seems more reasonable.
But one morning passed, except for their twenty pieces of low-quality coal, they didn't sell anything.
It stands to reason that the location of their shed is quite good, because it is close to the Beicheng trading market, and most of the people from Heitucheng who live in Beicheng will pass by their stall first, but I don't know if they have too few things on display, or because the people of Heitucheng look at it. There are so many good things that I have been to, but not many people stop in front of their stall.
Yan Mo thought for a while, took out a piece of sackcloth, tore off a piece, and wrote four square characters "seeing a doctor and healing" with charcoal on it, then sewed twigs on three sides to support it, and sewed the other side to form a sleeve , and then asked Ding Ning to put the piece of cloth on the wooden stick with the green card.
Jiuyuan people who have already started to learn to write can understand these four characters, but others can't.
But this piece of cloth is more conspicuous. Anyone who glances at the Jiuyuan stall will see this special "flag" at first sight. If they don't understand it, they will naturally be curious, and if they are curious, they will naturally want to ask.
"See a doctor and heal your wounds? Are you the great witch of your clan?"
Seeing Yan Mo's admission, the faces of those who asked the question suddenly became more respectful than before, but at the same time, they also became a lot more taboo. Some people didn't even dare to ask any more questions and left soon, and some people hesitated Ask about the effects of those patent medicines, but no one dares to ask Yan Mo to treat them.
Yan Mo couldn't figure it out. He remembered that the eldest witch of the fisherwoman clan also treated people in the Morgan market, and those people didn't shy away from him. On the contrary, there were still many people looking for that elder witch. Why can't it be his turn
If Heitu City does not allow priests from other tribes and the lower city to help people with medical treatment, the snake leader also asked the meaning of those four words when he patrolled past their stall just now, but he didn't say that he would not be allowed to do so.
Soon people from the Da'ao tribe came to visit them and solved the mystery for them.
"The Heitucheng people who come to Baibuying to see the transaction are the kind of people who don't have to worry about life. They trust their temple priests and god attendants more. How can they spend Yuanjing coins to see a doctor from another tribe? They are afraid Cursed." Elder Hao explained.
"Moreover, the temple of Heitu City once let go of the words that the people of Heitu City who sought treatment from other great witches and priests were all unclean people who were no longer loyal to King Wu Shang. In the future, no matter whether these people are dead or alive, the temple of Heitu City will not He and his family will be rescued again. Do you think, in this way, how many people in Heitu City dare to ask outsiders to help him see a doctor and heal his injuries?"
Yan Mo raised his eyebrows, "I heard that it is very expensive to hire the servants of the Temple of the Black Earth City. Can ordinary people in the Black Earth City afford it?"
"I don't know about that. After all, we are not from Heitu City, and we don't have much contact with them." Elder Hao felt very sorry for not being able to help the Da'ao people.
Yan Mo asked again: "Can we move freely in Black Soil City? Where can we go and what places can't we go?"
Elder Hao knew it, and immediately told him all the places where outsiders could go.
While they were talking, a group of people approached, huddled and huddled. These people looked quite wealthy in their clothes. Many of them wore beautiful and luxurious refined furs, and they even wore Yuanjing ornaments on their bodies.
Yuan Zhan, who was playing with mud, paused his fingers and looked up at the group of people. He felt hostility and murderous intent!
At the same time, Bing held the bow and arrow behind his back in his hand with his backhand, but the arrow was on the bow, and the string was not drawn yet.
Da Da grabs a mud ball and rushes to Yan Mo's side, and Ding Ning Ding Fei separates to protect Yan Mo.
The Da'ao people were feeling strange when they heard a gloomy and cold voice: "Hey! I heard that you went to see a doctor for the chief of the Blackwater Tribe?"
Yan Mo stood up with Ding Ning's support, "Who are you?"
The person who asked the question was not tall, but very strong, his eyebrows and hair were red, and his expression was very arrogant, "Gao Gangcheng."
Yan Mo and the others had seen the same look on the faces of the people from Tianzhu City. The warriors in the lower city are indeed qualified to be arrogant in front of some ordinary tribes.
"I don't know where you are from the small tribe, but if you dare to treat the chief of the Blackwater tribe, you just don't..." Before Hongmei could finish speaking, a light cough suddenly came from behind, and Hongmei immediately shut up. And bowed to look behind.
An old man of half a hundred walked out of Gaogangcheng people, walked slowly to a place five steps away from Yan Mo, and looked at him carefully.
"Are you a clan witch from Jiuyuan?" The half-bai old man also had red eyebrows and red hair, but his attitude was more gentle.
"Are you the temple priest of Gaogang City?" Yan Mo also smelled the same smell.
The half-bai old man nodded, and then turned his head to look at Yuan Zhan, who was slowly walking towards him, with a flash of surprise on his face, and then he suddenly smiled, "I heard that what you got when you came in was the lowest-level white domino?"
Yan Mo didn't understand what he meant, and just looked at the other party "kindly".
"You can 'cure' Chief Blackwater's disease, plus the warrior beside you, no matter where you are from or what your purpose is in coming to Heitu City, we in Gaogang City don't want to trouble you."
Yan Mo was surprised, after much deliberation, he never thought that the Banbai old man would say such a thing to him. This was already an obvious sign of weakness, and the short, red-browed warrior behind the Banbai old man was about to jump up.
But why did the priest of Gaogang City show weakness? Could it be that the other party not only saw the details of Yuan Zhan, but also knew that Chief Blackwater was not simply sick and injured, but was cursed by the beast god
Why would the other party know? And why didn't Heitu City be reminded
Yan Mo had a terrible conjecture. He guessed that the chieftain of Blackwater would be infected with rabies. It was probably the handiwork of the temple in Gaogang City. They not only wanted Chieftain Blackwater to die, but also wanted to punish him. As a doctor, he knew too well. How painful it is for a patient who dies of rabies at the end, it is a life-long torture!
Looking at the expression and tone of the priest of the Gaogang City Temple, he couldn't help but think deeper: Maybe Gaogang City also wanted to use Chief Heishui to bring the curse of the beast god into Heitu City, in order to avenge Heitucheng's consent. Chief Heishui crossed Gaogang City and directly participated in the face-slapping behavior of the selection.
The old man of half a hundred said again: "I don't see how many levels of abilities you, a warrior, may have. Others may think that his level of divine blood ability is so low that he can't feel it, but for a great witch like you, how can the guardian warriors around you The highest strength is only four or five levels."
The eyes of the half-hundred old man flicked over the faces of Bing, Da Da and the other four, and said with a light smile: "However, the expressions of these fighters are all led by the fighter who can't tell the level, so it's easy to infer, it can't be seen The abilities of fighters of the same level are not too low, but high enough that they can hide their abilities at will. Am I right?"
No one admits this, and half a hundred old people don't need them to admit it. Gu Zi nodded, "The High Priest of the Temple of Black Earth City personally sent an order to let us take something from your hands. I don't know what it is, and I'm not sure I can get it. , but we are attached to Heitu City, and the above orders have to be fulfilled, so you see, are we priests to compare each other, or each send a warrior to fight, whoever wins, in addition to the identity dominoes, can also ask for one thing from the other party .”
Yuan Zhan walked up to Yan Mo, "Aren't you afraid that what you said will spread?"
The half-hundred old man sneered, "Will you spread the word? Or these people?"
The Da'ao people trembled, under the gaze of the half-hundred old man, they felt a sense of fear that they would surely die.
Yan Mo suddenly smiled, walked in front of the Da'ao people, and blocked them, "I can guarantee that they won't talk nonsense. My fighters were tired after a match the day before yesterday, how about we compete?"
Yuan Zhan disagreed, and before he could speak, Yan Mo grabbed his wrist, "Trust me."
"High Priest!" The soldiers guarding the half-hundred old man also made voices of disapproval, especially the short and sturdy warrior, who seemed to want to challenge the original battle.
The half-hundred old man turned his head and swept away, and everyone in Gaogang City immediately fell silent.
"How do you want to compare?" The old man turned around.
"We are witches, of course we compare witchcraft, and witchcraft can be roughly divided into two types, one is to harm people, and the other is to save people. Which one do you want to choose?" Yan Mo looked calm, but his eyes were Luminous, this is the first time he came to this world to conduct a non-forced contest with a wizard, who is also the high priest of the temple in the lower city!
The old man of half a hundred also seemed indifferent, but in fact he was unwilling to admit defeat at all. This can be seen from his choice: "It is not suitable to choose either one alone. Since we are witches, of course we need to compare both of them to distinguish the higher one." Down."
"You mean?"
"We each use witchcraft to injure one of the opponent's fighters, and then we each remove the witchcraft for our own fighter and heal him. Isn't this competition very simple and easy to compare the results?"
"I don't like to take the initiative to hurt people." Yan Mo has a guide, so he can't do anything to people at will.
"You don't like to take the initiative? So are you going to admit defeat?" Banbai old man didn't want to let him go. He didn't want to compete with Yan Mo to save people. The other party could even lift the beast god's curse. If he only wanted to save people, The odds are really low.
Yan Mo was silent for three seconds, and said, "Well, you forced me to do this, I hope you don't regret it."